ArchivedLogs:Interruption

Interruption
Dramatis Personae Rasa, Micah
In Absentia	1 January 2015 '
Location <NYC> Harbor Commons - Sunroom - Lower East Side
Bright and warm, this room is set up to enjoy a little bit of the outdoors even year-round. Tall glass panes make up most of its wall in between wood supports, providing a wide three-sided view of the garden and yard outside. As well as the inner doors leading back into the kitchens and dining room, an outer door leads out to the outdoor gardens, as well. Inside, the room is airy and green -- a plethora of potted herbs and plants hang from the ceiling, as well as ring the room in a series of narrow wooden raised-beds that provide growing space for a selection of herbs year-round. Outside of the herb beds that ring the room, this place is designed simply to come and relax; quiet and simple, with clean stone floors and neutral-toned wicker furniture adorned with comfortable cushioning. Some of the chairs ring stone-and-glass tables for eating or conversing; a few more solitary seats come in the form of rocking chairs or netted hammock-chairs hanging from the ceiling. This new year is beginning and it is doing so in near freezing temperatures. It is keeping people inside. Rasa opts to stay inside anyway. It's possible hir Middle Eastern blood is just not a fan of the winter. Ze is curled up on a couch with a blanket across hir legs and lower torso, with a book between hir hands, reading. Ze has a mug of steaming tea on a table beside hir, the wispy vapor showing up much more densely in the chilly air. Ze is wearing a large fluffy sweater in blues, yellows, and purple. Hir hair is fluffy and kinky as well, but it is a brown color, not in the vibrant shades of hir clothes. That theme carries to hir skin, a velvety layer in a light bronze shade. When ze flips a page, ze reaches out and grabs the mug to take a sip. Micah is /set/ for some indoor warm-time, himself. He is bundled into a Batsignal hoodie over a layered cream henley and brown tee (on which a stegosaurus curses a T-rex for its 'sudden but inevitable betrayal'), lined jeans, and fuzzy Miyazaki soot sprite slippers. His knitting bag is slung over one shoulder, the opposite hand wrapped around a teal thermos full of extra-spicy chocolate chai. He pauses toward the centre of the room once he notices it contains another occupant. “Hi, Rasa. Mind company? I can be quiet if y'want. Was gonna settle in an' knit for awhile. S'meditative.” "Oh. Hi." Rasa straightens up a little when Micah appears, careful not to slosh hir tea. Ze gives a little smile and shakes hir head. "Nah, no need to be quiet. I was just reading but I've been reading for a while." Ze slides a book mark in place before closing the book. Ze inhales as ze puts the book near where hir tea sat earlier. Ze then leans back into hir pillowy, blanket cushions and sips. "How are you? What are you knitting?" "Time t'rest the eyes a bit, more'n likely. Otherwise you end up with wiggly ants marchin' 'cross your pages 'stead a'words." Micah's lips spread into a small, if genuine, smile as he settles into another seat near enough to Rasa's to facilitate conversation. The thermos finds a place on a table positioned for the purpose, the bag put on the floor near his feet. "Baby blanket. Again. I been in full-on baby blanket mode for a minute an' likely t'have a whole closet shelf full of dif'rent sizes 'fore they're needed. Maybe. At least should have a good /start/." He takes a long swig from the thermos before unloading the halfway-through knitting project onto his lap. Pastel pink and blue be damned, this thing is /red/ and well on its way to becoming a fabric facsimile of Toothless's prosthetic tail-sail. "I'm okay. S'nice havin' a few days off in a row t'start the new year an' recover from the horde of holidays. How've you been?" "Sounds like you're nesting." Rasa grins over the lip of hir mug and inhales the aroma of the strawberry white tea. "Or expressing your fandom. Either way, it looks nice." Ze wets hir lips and leans to set down hir mug. "It's funny to see adults get ready for babies." There's a small shake to hir head before ze stills once more. "I'm okay. Time off from school is both a blessing and a curse. I've got free time for once and I don't know if I exactly know what to do with it." "Pretty much," Micah agrees with an amused chuckle. "An'...yeah, I tend to do that on toppa ev'rythin' else. The two /big/ ones I got done were a TARDIS door an' one with all the Avatar element symbols in it. Those lend themselves well t'blocks that can get assembled t'gether. Last little one was a Browncoat flag. Figure I might do a flag series for the little security an' swaddlin' type blankets. Just gives me patterns t'jump off from, y'know?" His head tilts a little as the knitting needles start their looping work again. "Funny-amusin' or funny-odd? An'...yeah. Readin's a good. An' catchin' up on projects y'meant t'do or correspondence y'meant t'answer or things y'meant t'watch. All that stuff that gets stuck on the back burner when there's more work an' school an' crises." Rasa wraps hir arms around hir chest, tugging the blanket over them. "I don't know. It's not something I understand. It's possible it's a maturity thing, something I'll understand when the right hormones are triggered - or, biological mandate to raise children - whatever it is." Ze wrinkles hir nose and then fidgets as ze sits there. "Patterns are nice. Blankets are nice too. Don't suppose you're taking requests." Ze gnaws on hir lip after that and looks outside while ze thinks. "Eh, it's more the fact that I haven't had a chance to make a decision in a long time and now that I have them, I'm drawing a blank." "Kids ain't for ev'rybody. No matter what the overwhelmin' press of culture tries t'say at you. As many times as people shake their heads at folks once they /have/ kids an' say they're terrible parents or shouldn't be allowed t'have kids, you'd think there'd be less pressure on /ev'ryone/ t'have 'em all the time. Let the folks as actually want 'em do that an' leave off the folks as honestly /don't/." The wood of the knitting needles makes a pleasant whisper of rhythm as they move past one another. "Always takin' requests. Just tend not t'have promises on the when of production. Means I always have a line-up of things t'work on." Micah nods along at Rasa's further explanation. "Well...not havin' t'make any big decisions can be nice, too. Less stressful. Just keep t'the little ones like what t'eat an' where t'sit an' what clothes t'put on." "I am not sure if I upset you," Rasa offers quietly, a small wrinkle appearing between hir brows, "or you're just very tired of people commenting on parenting." Ze reacquires hir mug and holds it up near hir face, fingers wrapped around it, absorbing warmth. "Don't worry about me. I'm okay with the blank time period." "Oh, no. I'm not upset." Micah's head shakes at that, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "S'just a cultural phenomenon that's really pervasive an' seemed...topically appropriate t'the conversation? 'Specially knowin' enough folks that don't want kids. Y'get to a certain age an' people push at you. Usually once you're in your twenties. Well...less me. I always /did/ want 'em an' ended up with 'em early enough, so...s'a dif'rent conversation with me." "Oh, sure, topically appropriate. I just wanted to be sure I hadn't bothered you. There seems to be a lot to say on the subject. And well, I don't know. My friendship with the twins and all, I didn't know if that was affecting things." Rasa presses hir lips together, inhaling more tea scents before loosing hir jaw and taking a sip. "But it's good you want kids. Has helped my friends out a lot. I don't feel pressure to have them. I don't have a family structure that expects it and an entire world's worth of people telling me that spreading my genes would be offensive, so maybe I'll never understand the desire to nest." “Not t'worry sugar, no. Just wanted t'let y'know that /not/ understandin' is okay, when y'were talkin' 'bout not bein' there yet an' maybe when you're older an' whatnot. 'Cause some people never /do/ understand it. An' that's fine. S'a valid personal decision either way. That's all.” Micah's speech is briefly stopped by another mouthful of chai, head simply bobbing in agreement until his tongue is freed again. “I get that...the cultural press can be quite the opposite once y'throw the X-gene in the mix. Havin' children's actually...much less popular 'round here than average. Guess bein' friends with the twins y'might've gotten an earful of that already?” "I definitely know how Shane feels about it. B hasn't been specifically clear, but I haven't really asked yet either. I often just want to give them their space when they're emotional." Rasa starts to turn hir mug between hir fingers, watching the cartoon dog on the surface face different directions. Ze glances up at Micah again. "I've decided not to get on your list of never ending projects. I think I'll be better off without hope deferred." "That's understandable. They're kinda a force of nature when they get goin'. An' usually like their space with heavy things on their minds." Micah's brows lift with that as he looks up a moment from his work. "S'up t'you, sugar. Drop me a line if y'change your mind down the line." He stops, sticking the needles into the yarn ball to hold them. "I feel like maybe I've interrupted...if not the readin', then the kinda peacefulness y'had goin' on 'fore I turned up. 'pologies for that." "It's okay. I don't mind being interrupted. I apologize if I am being less than hospitable. Just... have a lot on my mind." Rasa finishes hir tea and puts the mug down, watching Micah as he starts to put his yarn away. "I'm a teenager in the twenty-first century. I want things when I ask for them, that's all. I don't want to put pressure on you, which I feel I might if I take you up on your offer. It's hard catering to teenagers - and you've got two of your own." “Don't worry, honey. I get that y'got a lot goin' on. Teens're usually moody for a reason. You're havin' t'deal with all of these /adult/ things, usually for the first time, an' with less freedom in how y'handle things 'cause you're still kinda-kids, too. I get it. Been there once m'self. Didn't have the extra difficulties that face /our/ particular group of teens at the time, though.” Micah folds the blanket up a little and tucks it away along with the yarn and needles into the bag. “S'plenty of places for me t'sit an' knit things where I'm not intrudin' on folks, neither. S'no trouble.” He slowly collects back into the configuration in which he'd arrived: bag on shoulder, thermos in hand. “Enjoy your book. S'likely your eyes got enough of a rest with m'chatter as it is.” "Okay." Rasa doesn't fight Micah's departure anymore. Ze picks up hir book and finds the bookmark again, picking it out from between the pages and uses it to find hir place once more. "Ah... Apologies to you for interrupting your knitting." “No need, sugar. I was the one as dropped in. Just gonna get an extra little stroll in 'til I find the next settlin' place.” Micah lifts his thermos in a sort of wave as he heads out. "Okay. Have a good day!" Rasa gives Micah a small smile and wave as well.